arkansas roadside attractions

 One of the big draws in the area is the cowboy boot store in Raven- den, where I have bought many a pair of fine Luccheses at half or a third price. Worth the trip! Chris bought a pair, but Hannah felt pressed by the tornado that passed through town a half hour after we left. If the store had taken a direct hit, it would have been raining boots clear to Nashville.
Hannah and Chris and Granddaughterflower left for the East Coast this ayem. I will be following presently.

playing with fire

During a Postprandial Entertainment, Chris lights himself on fire, and Frank does a little firedancing of his own.

homecoming

Somehow missed posting this one a couple days back. Pretty funny.

came hail and high water

So we put everything upstairs in case it flooded.
And then we ran downstairs when it looked like a tornado.
Then we woke up this morning and 
("dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadada!")
it was sunny and all was well.

after the flood

The river has gone down some, and hopefully won't rise too much with the thunderstorms expected this afternoon. Tomorrow the weather will pretend none of this has happened.

the good lord willin'

Hannah says she knows now why the Bible Belt and Tornado Alley are one and the same. Something about extreme weather must make you religious.

long as the creek don't rise

We packed up the vehicles with all our worldly goods when the water came to the edge of the pavement across the street. But it seems to be receding now, so we may put the stove back on the floor. Day is breaking. Might be time to go to bed.

home and dry

Sort of. The river is flooded, along with half the town. Not the Goose, as yet, though the septic appears to be. Sigh. The new roof also has a leak.  But we are all here and safe, and if there is a tornado during the next two hours of the alert, this place more closely resembles a bunker than anywhere else around.

goodbye magnolias

We're headed back to tornadoland. . .

at the big house

We gathered, weeping, under the weeping willow tree at Button's to bury Anna's ashes.
And then, this being the South, there were drinks on the porch with all the cousins and assorted relations.
You will see this porch in all its glory in the forth- coming movie The Help.

Hanging around the shack

Here we are in Greenwood, Miss., Jamie's homeplace. We are staying at Tallehatchie Flats, her brother Button's Blues Trail cabins near the grave of Robert Johnson. The whole family has gathered, from near and far, and yes we'll be singing the blues.






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Location:County Road 518,Greenwood,United States

the family tree

We are leaving the hills almost immediately for the Delta flatlands of Mississippi and Yet Another Gigantic Family Reunion. This family has many branches.

lucky find

Found these morels in the back yard. Took them to Alabama and soaked them in salt water, dried them, coated with flour and sauteed in butter. Mmmm mm.

more tornado warnings

We watched the storm roll towards us and got some hail, but no tornadoes. The temperature dropped 20 degrees in five minutes.

weekend update

 Drunk Rednecks hollerin’ about their Mammas!  Alabama and Auburn fans running amuk! (No one can spell amok.)  Topless blind drunk bimbos in the infield.  Cars crashing into the crowd!  Reverent Fans worshiping at the shrine of Saint Dale Earnhardt  of the Blessed Number 6!  The reek of burnt rubber.  The roar of super fast engines. Pit crews biting their nails and having another round of Red Bull and Jack.  Springtime at Talladega!
No, my stepmother is not referring to my father's 90th birthday party, but to the NASCAR race.
She did not, however, predict the tornadoes. I was on my way to fetch my brother at the airport when I heard over the radio that tornadoes were crossing my path ten minutes up the road. So I waited it out.


 

We then had many gen- erations, a big party with blue- grass music.

And, of course, the birthday boy, who likes to say he is as "old as dirt."

flight

After the ceremonial liftoff of the skyborne lanterns last night, we took off for the Goose this morning, landing safe in the Ozarks some ten hours later. I guess I should specify that "we" is me, H and C and the grandbaby.

Sweet home

No, we're not here for the NASCAR race this weekend, though it does make things logistically, um, interesting. There is a gathering to celebrate my father's 90th. Attendees include his first great grandbaby.



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room for three more

Packing up for Alabama.  I'm about to set off.
And, in the word's of Bear:


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flying

Treyton got his kite tangled up in my box elder, and Bear had to fetch it out with his frog gigger. If you don't know what that is, then you've never been to the Ozarks. Now Treyton and his brother Trevor are my newest Facebook friends, so I guess it was good I let the trampoline thing go.

barefoot horsetrainer

 Tiffany, 22, saddles up a resty young stallion, JohnJohn, out of JFK, who has been ridden only a few times before. In a couple of hours' time, her tunes cranked on her pickup, she will train three raw recruits to the human-bearing business. She also rides a motorcycle and a four-wheeler. No, she never wears spurs.